There. He almost had it. Freedom tasted so close.
"Come on, come on, come on…" the teen mumbled hastily under his breath. His powdery blue hair fell straight into his wide, panicking eyes, yet he didn't bother to move the strands out of his face. He was about to solve his dilemma and give a big fat middle finger to the world. Or, you know, just to Rick. Preferably Rick.
He practically stabbed the screwdriver into every little screw, crevasse, and hole it would jam into. It was only a matter of minutes until Rick would burst in and drag him somewhere. He obviously drank a few bottles of something filled with alcohol from God knows where, considering he could hear his loud burps and batshit mumbles. But, he knew he could finish in time.
"Ooohhh crap!" He finally exclaimed in utter relief. With one last screw turn, the handheld device lit up like a Christmas tree. A smile of relief covered his unusually grey skin, as though he was the freaking happiness teen in the universe. As the taste of freedom set in, he slicked back his hair out of from eyes, and held onto that device as though it was made of gold. He jumped up from his chair, and proceeded to pull up his unusually sagging blue jeans. As he walked to the nearest blank wall, he tugged down his white tank top, so the first thing people wouldn't see when he arrived back home was his butt crack. He wasn't exactly Rick…
With a press of a button, he straighten out his arm and let the hand held device charge up like a battery', and glow in front of his eyes. Although he didn't quite show it, he was happy, excited. He was finally going back home.
Or, so he thought.
Once the makeshift portal gun shot off, it...burned a giant hole right through the bedroom wall.
"Aw shit..." The teen mumbled under his breath, causing his arms to go limp and drop the pathetic excuse for a portal gun straight to the ground.
"Ricky"
The unscathed door suddenly burst open, causing the painfully drunk scientist to stumble in, and collapse straight onto the green carpet. A splash of beer dripped right onto the clean carpet, before Rick finally stumbled back into his drunk, slippery feet. Even though he was stupidly drunk, the teen, Ricky, folded his hands right behind his back, and kicked the portal gun in the works right under his bed.
"Uh, hi, Rick, uh, you see that hole in the wall over there? Don't, uh, worry about it. Really, you-" Ricky attempted to defend, but was swiftly cut off once drunk Rick clamped onto his arm, and began to yank him out.
"You gotta come with me Ricky," Rick burped and swallowed more beer "Y-you - We gotta get Morty"
"Uh, Why?" Ricky asked as he practically smashed his face into the wall.
"We gotta go and get Morty, Ricky" Rick slurred as he proceeded to stumble out the door, failing to see the giant gaping hole next to him. Before Ricky was dragged right out of his room, he swept off a brown belt and a jean jacket from the beat up storage cabinet.
Even as he slipped on the rest of his clothes, Ricky was basically helpless as Rick slammed the door open and spread his hand over the wall to turn on the lights. Moments later, he felt face first into the carpet, slipping more of his beer on innocent, clean carpet.
"You gotta come on. Jus'-You gotta come with us" Rick muttered through his drunkenness as he crawled to Morty's bed.
The other young teen dragged down his covers and rubbed his eyes "What, Rick? What's going on?"
"I got a surprise for you, Morty" Rick ignored his question.
"It's the middle of the night. What are you talking about? What's he talking about Ricky?" Morty muttered as he raised his brow.
Ricky shrugged casually "Gee, I don't know Morty, maybe he wants to blow up earth" He sarcastically mumbled as he waved his hands - no, hand into the air "How should I know? He's, wasted beyond belief"
"Come on, I got a surprise for you," Rick slipped more beer on his covers, before he simply dropped his beer bottle. With that, he grabbed Morty's thing legs, and proceed to drag him out of his warm bed by his leg, like he was nothing more than a doll "Come on, hurry up"
"Ow! Ow!" Morty cried as his head slammed into everything imaginable in his bedroom "You're tugging me too hard!"
"We gotta go, gotta get outta here, come on. Got a surprise for you Morty…" Rick continued to mumble, mutter and slur until they reached the garage. It was only then he shut his mouth, and shoved the two teens into what looked like a UFO. While Morty landed face first into the rather hard, pointy seat, Ricky casually slipped through, and crossed his arms in utter frustration. Seconds later, Rick shoved the key into the the weird UFO flying car things and took off into the clear, star night sky.
"What do you think of this...flying vehicle, Morty?" Rick slurred "I built it outta stuff I found in the garage"
"Yeah, Rick…" Morty nervously mumbled "I-It's great. Is this the surprise?"
"Morty. I had to... I had to do it. I had- I had to- I had to make a bomb, Morty. I had to create a bomb"
Ricky snapped his eyes open in shock "A what?!"
"What?! A bomb?!" Morty followed in shock. He immediately snapped his head to Ricky, who violently shook his head in utter confusion.
"I wasn't serious, I was being a dick!" Ricky defended "I didn't think Rick would resort to blowing earth to bits!"
"We're gonna drop it down there just get a whole fresh start, Morty," Rick waved his hand through the air, before he magically picked up another beer bottle from the floor "Create a whole fresh start"
"T-t-that's absolutely crazy!" Morty exclaimed. He couldn't help but scoot a bit farther away from the stupidly drunk Rick.
"Come on, Morty. Just take it easy, Morty. It's gonna be good" Rick attempted to lazily comfort, with utter fail "Right now, we're gonna go pick up your little friend Jessica"
Ricky collapsed to the back seat and crossed his arms once more, as though the news of a bomb failed to even faze him "Who's Jessica, Morty?" He smirked mischievously "That chick from your math class?"
"Uh...well...N-not exactly…" Morty trailed off.
"She does have a fine ass, kid, a really fine ass…" Ricky trailed off, before he gave a congratulatory pat on Morty's shoulder "You did good. You're making your old man proud"
"What? Huh?"
Before Ricky could give an explanation, Rick leaned towards Morty and wrapped his long tentacle of an arm around his neck. Marty grimaced slightly as the smell of alcohol and beer immediately filled his nose.
"When I drop the bomb you know, I want you to have somebody, you know?" Rick explained through his drunkenness "I want you to have the thing. I'm gonna make it like a new Adam and Eve, and you're gonna be Adam"
"Ohhh…." Morty reluctantly trailed off
"And Jessica's gonna be Eve"
"Whhhh-wha?" Morty blinked in utter shock.
"And so that's the surprise, Morty" Rick replied in an excited tone as he swished his beer bottle across his dash.
"Then why the hell am I here Rick?" Ricky asked with a curiously raised brow. If he wasn't going to 'get' any, he might as well jump out of the freaking flying UFO and splatter his insides across the city.
"Yo-you-you-you know, because of the thing" Rick stuttered as he took another long gulp of his beer.
"The thing?"
"Yeah, the thing"
"W-Wait, Ricky, what's the thing?" Morty asked.
"Oh, yeah," Ricky rolled his eyes "the thing…"
"What are you both talking about?" Morty asked once more.
"T-the thing Morty, the thing," Rick slurred, as though that answered his question completely "I-It doesn't-we can talk about it later. Now shut it Morty, w-w-we gotta planet to decimate"
"No, you can't!" Morty shouted as he violently shoved Rick "Jessica doesn't even know I exist! But- but, but forget about that, because you can't blow up humanity!"
"Wait, she doesn't know you?" Ricky asked. With no definite answer from the love-sick young teen, he glared at Morty in disappointment "Then fuck me and my words…"
"I-I get what you're trying to say, Morty. Listen, I'm not…" As he took another sip of his beer, about half of it dribbled out of his mouth and soaked into his shirt "You don't got… Y-You don't gotta worry about me trying to fool around with Jessica or mess around with Jessica or anything. I'm not that kind of guy, Morty. Y-you gotta be careful with that younger version of me though. I got everyone's c-ch-chicks back in the day"
"What are you talking about Rick?" Morty asked, with obvious panic beginning to set into his voice.
Another large, tired sigh escaped the blue haired teen, causing him to cross his arms tightly and slump into his trashed seat like a brat who was dragged along on a Thanksgiving road trip "Well Morty, this drunk cat is out of the bag from the looks of it…" he reluctantly trailed his eyes across the listless mad scientist, whose head practically hovered over the dashboard "I'm your old man, uh, technically speaking- well, actually, not really, but, uh, you get the point"
"You're my what Ricky?" Morty asked, with a raised brow. From that dumb look on his face, it was obvious he didn't catch onto a thing he said.
In what seemed like panic, Ricky clenched his hands into fits and grabbed onto Morty's shirt "I'm saying your old man dragged his younger self into the future!" Ricky exclaimed "I AM Rick! I'm Rick Sanchez! I'm Rick-motherfucking-Sanchez Morty!"
"W-wait, you're saying you a younger version of Rick?"
Ricky vigorously nodded "And he won't send me back home! Y-you gotta help me Morty, and get me home before he screws up everything for me! I barely know what what's in this future! What the hell is cable television Morty? What. The hell. Is. it?"
"Rick, is-is this true?" Morty asked reluctantly as he tried to fight off Ricky's clenching, panicking fists. As much as he tried to push and shove his so called grandpa, he stayed on to his shirt like glue.
"You- you don't have to worry about me getting with Jessica or anything" Rick ignored his question completely "Just worry about-about him getting your girl"
"I don't care about Jessica!" Marty exclaimed "Y-Yyyyyyyyyyou-"
You know what, Morty? You're right" He licked the last of the beer from his glass bottle, before he chucked it into the back seat. Ricky immediately unclenched his hands from Morty's shirt and dived out of the way from the incoming chunk of glass "Let's forget the girl all together. She, she's probably nothing but trouble, anyways"
Rick dig his fingers into the steering wheel, and pressed a big, fat red button the the dash board. Seconds later, a smooth, clear tone pleasantly red out the weapon that would destroy the entire world.
"Arming neutrino bomb"
That was it for Morty. That was it. With a loud sigh, he unbuckled himself from his seat, and dived for the steering wheel "That's it-that's it, Rick. I'm taking the wheel"
Morty lunged at the painfully drunk Rick, and proceeded to punch and kick him for control of the wheel.
"Get off of me, Morty!" Rick yelled back, as he slammed his hand into Morty's persistent face. Even as he nearly stabbed his eyes with his fingers, Morty still reached at the wheel for dear life.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you trying to get us all killed?!" Ricky yelled, as he attempted to pull back Morty's clawing hands from Rick.
"I'm taking charge of this situation, buddy!" Morty shouted as he slammed his foot into Rick's face "I'm put-I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm puttin'…I-I'm, I'm, I'm not gonna stand around like some sort of dumb…dumb person and just le-let you ruin the whole world!"
Rick groaned as he tried to fight him off "Come on! What's gotten into you? If you love Earth so much why don't you marry it?" He finally ripped Morty's clinging hands from his body, causing his hands to dig deeper into the dinky little steering wheel "What are you, crazy? Alright, Alright, Morty! Alright. I'll- I'll land. I'll land. I'll land. I'll land the thing. I'll land the thing. Big tough guy all of a sudden"
As Morty's sent a glare hit enough to burn a hole right through Rick's bald spot, the drunk scientist dangerously flew the car to the open desert. Ricky and Morty had to cling onto the rotted seats as Rick dived into the sand, causing the UFO to slide across the cold desert floor. Seconds later, the painfully intoxicated Rick bursted out of the car, and kept a mountain of empty beer bottles tumble to the ground.
"We'll park it right here, Morty" Rick slurred, as he clinged onto the slide of the car "Right here on the side of the ree… road here"
"Oh, thank God" Morty sighed, knowing that his life wasn't in danger anymore. Or, at least the entire freaking world anymore. So he thought.
"You know what? That was all a test, Morty" Rick explained as he fumbled in his coat pocket for his flask "Just an elaborate test to make you more assertive"
"Huh?" Ricky blinked in surprise. Did he hear right?
"It was?" Morty asked.
"Sure. Why not? I don't, I don't know. Y-you know what, Mo-" Like a switch, Rick suddenly collapsed into his mountain of beer bottles, knocked completely out. The 'happy juice' from his flask ran out and dripped onto the fine sand, as the scientist snored away, as though broken glass wasn't stabbing his chest.
"Neutrino bomb armed" The car rang out pleasantly, as though it was reading a freaking menu from a hipster cafe.
"Um..." Morty anxiously trailed off, causing his eyes to reluctantly scan across the control panel.
"Detonating in 10...9...8..." The voice began to count down. Morty's eyes immediately began to widen in complete and utter fear, as though he was about to one in his pants.
"Rick, R-Rick," Morty fumbled for his seatbelt, and ripped it right off. He immediately dived towards the steering wheel,a nod began to shake the obliviously asleep Rick like a rattle by his coat "Rick, wake up, Rick! We're gonna die! I'm-I'm too young to die! I'm still a v-virgin Rick! We-"
"Calm your tits Morty, and shut up for a second" Ricky commanded harshly, as he crawled to the empty passenger seat. He shoved Morty to the driver's seat, and began to push what seemed like an array of random buttons. The teen himself could barely comprehend the multiple buttons Ricky pressed with ease. It barely even looked as though he was remotely trying to save the world from a freaking bomb. Seconds later however, he leaned back into the rotting chair and crossed his arms smugly.
"3...2...system override. Disarming neutrino bomb. Have a nice day" the UFO finally called out, causing Morty's pounding chest to finally take a well needed rest.
"Oh thank fucking God..." Morty sighed in relief, before he collapsed into the seat.
"See, everything is alllrrright Morty," Ricky said calmly, as he crossed his arms in the back of his head "And do me a favor will you kid? Next time we're close to death, don't bring your penis into the situation. Your 14, not Keith Richards"
"Oh..." Morty trailed off, causing his head away from Ricky "W-wait then, why-why are you even here? Why d-did Rick bring his younger self into-into the future?"
Ricky could only shrug "Beats me. If I knew why, I wouldn't be trying to, uh, sneaking around him and trying to get outta here. I know I have the traits of being a dick, and so does Rick but..." he narrowed his eyes as he took a rather long look at his older, drunk self "How the HELL did I turn into that?"
"S-so he won't let you back?"
"Nope"
"Oh..."
Ricky scoffed "I know Morty, tell me about it...And guess what kid? You're gonna help me get back"
"I-I am?" Morty replied reluctantly.
"Yeah, kid, you are. Who knows how much Rick already fucked up the timeline..." Ricky trailed off. He snapped his head to Morty, and threateningly stabbed his finger through the air "If you, uh, tell Rick about helping me, I'm gonna...I'm gonna" Ricky rolled his eyes to the ceiling of the car, thinking of a threat "I'm gonna make your sister my girlfriend and, uh, then I'm gonna marry her, then... I'm gonna fuck her up and we're gonna have lots of children Morty. Tons of children Morty, and, uh, we're gonna live happily ever after"
"Ew, that's gross, she's-she's your granddaughter. That's like-That's like incest" Morty pointed out, as he reluctantly glanced at well, his grandfather.
"Then peep a words about this at Rick!" Ricky exclaimed. Seconds later, he sighed, and slid down his rotting seat "I'm-I'm 18 Morty, and Summer is really nice...and hot, but, uh, really nice...but at the same time-"
"Shut the hell up Ricky!"
"Yeah, your probably right Morty" Ricky replied quickly "Here, grab your old man and let's get outta here. I'm driving"
Morty quickly nodded and pulled his drunken mess of a grandpa into the car. Like a rag doll, he chucked him into the backseat, causing his legs to stick up into the air like toothpicks. Before he could rearrange him, Ricky shoved the key back into the UFO car, and began to fly off into the distance.
So, hello! I hope I gave you a taste of what's to come(hopefully...)
I kinda just wanted to do something different. I know I have a boatload of other fics I'm working on right now, but I wanted to spice things up a bit. So, why not write about a younger version of Rick joining our loveable asshole and Morty on their adventures? Its kinda of an OC fic, and kinda not an OC fic if you know what I'm getting at. I hope it's different from the other OC fics here...(I don't have anything against OC/Rick or Morty's twin sister fics, in fact, I read them pretty often. I just wanted to do something a bit different, that's all)
Anyways...should I continue this? I enjoyed writing so far, so maybe you readers enjoyed it too?(Maybe...) Let me know your thoughts in the reviews, or just simply follow and/or favorite this fic.
- X-Xepher-X